"Something was wrong with his death."
Wu Ying sensed Qu Chengan's aura, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Lu Feng noticed it too and said in alarm, "Before he died... his soul sea was destroyed!"
With a dark expression, Ning Xiang said indignantly, "Huo Qiu's group must have done it. Only they would be this vicious."
Wu Ying shook his head thoughtfully. "It did not seem like the work of a living person."
Lu Feng froze. "What did you mean by that, Brother Wu?"
Wu Ying was lost in thought and did not elaborate. "I hope I am overthinking it. Let's check the other passage."
Ning Xiang followed behind them. The worry in her heart was no longer as intense as before. She knew that Qu Chengan had ultimately been with Jiang Yingyu. Her intuition told her that the one who had died in the other passage was likely Jiang Yingyu, not one of her relatives or friends.
Though she was also saddened by the misfortune of the Azure Mountain Sword Sect disciples, they had only been casual acquaintances. Her grief could not compare to what she would feel for sisters who had shared life and death with her.
The three arrived at the depths of the passage on the far right.
Just as Ning Xiang had expected, the one in the passage was indeed Jiang Yingyu.
Lu Feng's expression was exceedingly grim. When facing Qu Chengan's corpse, his sorrow had been more restrained. After all, they had not interacted much directly; Qu Chengan was merely one member of his sect.
But Jiang Yingyu, a disciple who had once sparred and exchanged pointers with him, made him keenly feel the passing of a vibrant life.
Deep down, he felt utterly miserable.
Seeing such a familiar figure dead before